By
Victoria Blisse (Guest Blogger)
Felicity
starts out naïve and innocent in my latest novella, Something Brave.
She’s a strong, independent woman working hard to make ends meet by
selling her handmade jewellery. She doesn’t want help from anyone.
She doesn’t take orders easily and she’s got very strong
opinions. So why does she agree to submit to a total stranger?
Sir
is compelling, that is very true. He owns the room in his sharp suit,
has the most intriguing blue eyes and refuses to take no for an
answer. Felicity is instantly attracted to him and when he asks for
more than just a jewellery commission Felicity finds it difficult to
resist. Even though she knows it’s completely ridiculous, that it
just doesn’t make sense, she can’t help it. She wants to submit
to this man.
What
is the attraction of submission? Is it the freedom to just experience
what is given to you, to revel in pleasure without guilt? Is it the
joy of pleasing another at all cost? Maybe it’s the firm knowledge
of right and wrong. Sir decides the rules and all the sub needs to do
is follow them. Being good leads to reward and bad leads to
punishment. It is simple and it is sexy.
Blurb
Blushing,
shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she
only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?
Felicity
attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute
jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises
herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use
to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.
She
finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is
punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other
delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with
every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish
her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she
snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a
payment for her sexual services.
Can
Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life
forever?
Excerpt
“Hello,
Felicity.” He smiled that maddening smile, his eyes twinkling with
mischief.
“Hello,
erm, Sir,” she replied, cheeks already heated. They’d hardly
started the conversation.
“I’ve
not been able to find what I’m looking for, so I’d like to
commission you to make them for me.”
“Okay,
I can do that.” She dropped into practical mode, picking up her
notepad and pen. “So handcuff cufflinks, metallic, by the end of
the month. Can I just take some contact details—”
“I’ll
contact you,” he replied with a smirk. “Have you got a card? Oh,
yes.” He picked up one of the piles she’d clumsily knocked over
the last time he’d been there. “Your number isn’t on it,
though.”
“No,
I usually communicate via e-mail.”
“I
prefer to use the phone. Write your number on the back for me.” She
bristled at his tone. “Well I don’t usually—”
“No,
but this isn’t a usual situation, Felicity. Please write your
number down for me.” “No.” Felicity discovered her backbone.
She wasn’t going to budge on this one. It was a matter of personal
safety. “I don’t give my number to anyone I don’t know, erm,
intimately.” She blushed again and questioned her use of
vocabulary.
“Fair
enough. I shall just have to get to know you intimately then,
Felicity. And what a delight that will be.”
His
piercing eyes held her to the spot. Felicity wasn’t sure if she was
going to explode from fear or delight, or both.
“I
think I already know a secret about you.” He nodded. “Really?”
She tried desperately hard to keep her tone casual.
“Oh,
yes.” He leaned over the table, beckoning her to come closer. She
did, with trepidation.
“You
want me to spank you.”
She
recoiled physically from his words. How could he know that? She
barely knew that, but deep inside, those words resonated, because
they were the truth. She did want him to spank her.
“I
can see it written all over your face, Felicity. Don’t look so
surprised.”
“I—”
She shook her head, determined to tell him he was talking out of his
backside, that he was rude and egotistical and she didn’t want
anything more to do with him.
“Don’t
deny it,” he said.
His
stare penetrated her secret places where she hid her deepest fears
and longings. “Don’t lie to me, Felicity.”
Her
natural instinct was to tell the truth. Brought up in constant chaos,
never knowing what was truth, falsehood or fabrication, she found it
difficult even to tell a white lie. But she wasn’t lying. She
didn’t want what he was offering. She couldn’t do. It was all
very antiquated and weird. It was just a passing whim, a curiosity.
She didn’t really want to know what it felt like to be struck by
his palm or an instrument of his choosing, did she?
“I
will give you half an hour to ponder, then I will come back here with
a onetime-only offer. If you say no, that will be it—the end of our
interactions. If you say yes… Well, then the fun will begin.”
He
smirked again and Felicity looked down at her hands, which she was
fiddling together nervously.
“I
will ask you if you’re willing to submit to me. Then I will set you
a challenge. If you complete that challenge, I will open you up to a
world of sensuous delights. Do you understand?”
Did
she? He was being very vague, but somehow she got the message loud
and clear. “Yeah.” She nodded. “I understand.”
“Oh,
Felicity, you disappoint me. I’ve already told you how to address
me.”
She
looked up again and saw him staring sternly at her. She automatically
held her hands behind her, as if she’d been reprimanded for
fiddling.
“Sorry,”
she replied bashfully.
“Say
it properly,” he demanded.
“Yes,
Sir. I understand.” She let out a shuddering breath.
“Better.”
He nodded. “Okay, Felicity. I shall see you in thirty minutes. Be
ready.”
And
of course, the moment he left, several people crowded her stall, and
she didn’t have any time to think. Her first instinct was to tell
him no. She didn’t need the work. She didn’t need the hassle and
she certainly didn’t need him. But as the thirty minutes ticked
down, she became less certain of her assertion. This was an
opportunity she’d never receive again—an opportunity to try out
something wild, something brave. Felicity had never been wild, not
once, and a spark of rebellion deep in her soul flashed at the
thought of it.
But
could she do it? She wasn’t sure and that made her nervous.
Felicity liked to do everything well and had never taken on anything
too challenging because of that need to please. She’d limited
herself to tasks she knew she could do proficiently, so she would
receive praise. She’d never submitted to a man before, never
undergone a spanking. What if she was really bad at it?
She
still hadn’t decided if she could do it when he came back. She was
busy showing a lady in a top hat covered in cogs her selection of
steampunk jewellery when she caught his profile out of the corner of
her eye. He stood confidently at the other end of the table. He
wasn’t fidgeting or pretending to admire her stock. He stayed there
and waited for her. She didn’t look at him, but she was very aware
of his presence.
She
prayed the lovely steampunk lady would be indecisive, that he’d get
bored and walk away. But the lady knew what she wanted and the
transaction was over in a matter of moments.
“So,
Felicity, you’ve had time to think.”
She
strode toward him boldly. She was going to say no. She was sure she
was going to say no. She had the barrier of the table between them,
so she would say no. When she got to the far corner of the table—only
a few strides but her legs wobbled on each one—he reached out and
took her hand. She tried to pull it back, but he held her fast.
Poised over the table, his long fingers hot against hers, she
imagined them touching her in other places. Her cheeks flamed with
the improper thoughts that bloomed in her mind.
He
said nothing for the longest time. She avoided his gaze and it was
only when Felicity looked up into his startling eyes that he spoke.
“Will
you submit to me?”
He
didn’t lower his tone. She was convinced everyone in the room had
heard him. A furtive glance around seemed to show that no one was
paying any attention to them. They were too absorbed in their own
actions.
“I’ll
only ask the once, Felicity. What’s your answer?”
She
looked into his eyes and her thought processes, her strength of will,
her logic, crumbled. All she was aware of was him and her
overwhelming desire to let him have her in any way he wanted. She
didn’t understand it, but she felt it, and for once in her life,
she did something brave.
“Yes,
Sir.”
About Victoria
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan
and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several
Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut
Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria
is
also
one
of
the
brains
behind
the
fabulous
Smut
events,
days
and
nights
dedicated
to
erotica,
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and
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Check
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for
more
details.
She
is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to
create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She
was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness
shows through in all of her stories.
Passion,
love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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